Go Home to Your Rest

Go home, go home to your rest, young man,
The sky looks cold in the west, young man ;
For should we rove
Through Morna's grove,
A noontide walk is the best, young man ;
Go sleep, the heavens look pale, young man,
And sighs are heard in the gale, young man:
A walk in the night,
By the dim moonlight,
A maiden might chance to bewail, young man!

When all the world's awake, young man,
A proffer of love I may take, young man ;
But the star of truth,
The guide of my youth,
Never pointed to midnight wake, young man
Go sleep till rise of the sun, young man,
The sage's eye to shun, young man ;
For he's watching the flight
Of demons to-night,
And may happen to take thee for one, young man !